Just another sneak in

[lucas brayden samuels]

Okay, so maybe coming to Charlie’s house wasn’t a bad idea at all. The place still seemed the same, and everything was in order. So, Lucas was perfectly fine and content with being in her house. He didn’t have to do much, just unlock the door and there he was, full range in the house with no Charlie. He knew she wasn’t there; her car wasn’t there, so obviously he had the house to himself. It was the morning, so clearly she must’ve been out doing something, so either way, and he had the house to himself. Lucas had a bag in his hand, which was the food he had that he was going to eat since he never ate this morning so far. The house was too quiet for him, so, what Lucas loved to do, was go over to her radio and just turn it on, letting the music blast around. It just woke him up in the morning sometimes, and well, he enjoyed it. Especially in Charlie’s house, where she wouldn’t know a thing. Lucas made sure he always cleaned his messes and make sure it was like he was never there. Sure he would leave notes, but that was about it or he would just be laying there on the couch. This was basically his second home really, he knew where everything was, and he just chose not to get the things sometimes because he didn’t need to know things… But, this was his home away from home, one of the things not many people could say, some are lucky, like Lucas, to have this place, it was the same thing for her, she always had his place if anything were to happen. Besides, she had a key to his house, where she liked to scare the living shit out of him sometimes.

Lucas went back to the kitchen, finding some pans. He was going to make himself some breakfast, and he knew that he would have to clean it all before she got home, otherwise that would be a horrible explanation and punishment. Lucas knew she was a vegetarian, so he had to be careful on what goes on around here. Lucas should basically just become vegetarian, but he was a meat lover, and he could never give up meat. The day that happens is the day that pigs will fly, and when pigs fly, a lot of things would happen. So, Lucas grabbed the eggs and bacon he got –which he knew either way he would have to throw away everything and make sure it wasn’t noticeable. What’s odd to say, is that Lucas can cook. Must’ve been a good thing that his aunt and uncle taught him, otherwise he would be screwed in life, not knowing how to cook. So, here was Lucas, in his best friend’s house, making eggs and bacon for breakfast. At least she had the good type of milk, the type that he would actually drink. He was probably one of the world’s pickiest eaters. I can’t blame him, because I’m the same way. Whistling to himself, he turned the bacon here and there, and decided to have himself some scrambled eggs. If there was one thing to know, it was that Lucas was weird when he cooked. He never understood why he would whistle or randomly have a singing moment while he makes thing. That wasn’t normal for him, but when was Lucas ever doing normal things? Everyone wasn’t normal, and if you looked that up in the dictionary, I bet you that his picture will be the definition of Normal.

Finishing everything, he brought his plates to the table. He turned around, grabbing the cup of milk he had and the syrup he bought. He was fully prepared for this, because he knew the key factors of her house. He sat himself down, and just started eating his breakfast away. After maybe five minutes or so, he started cleaning, meaning he washed his dishes and set them away, making it look like he had never done anything. He cleaned the packages and threw away everything in the bag he brought everything in. He went over then to the living room, heading to the radio he had turned on and shut it off this time. This was his cue to now change the smell in the house. Yeah, there was this thing where there was a smell odor left. Lucas, knowing where everything is, found the spray and went on a spray escapade. He had his reasons and he knew what he was going to say to her. Yes, when it came to planning weird things like this, Lucas always knew what to do and what to say. So, this was no surprise for him at all. After figuring it all out, he set the bottles back where they were, heading back to the living room and sat him down on her couch. Well, more like kicked back and relaxed. He was just lying there, and god forbids, he made sure he had no shoes on; otherwise he would never hear the end of it. So, this was the life, just sitting around in his friend’s house while people thought he was a complete stranger, make his breakfast, and just enjoy TV while she wasn’t home. Thinking to himself, he realized if he could keep up with this, he should do it more often. With that, a small smirk appeared on his face, but disappeared quickly. He had to look innocent.

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[charlotte marie gray]

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Charlie was up early every morning. She had always been a morning person. She was that annoying, perky girl in the morning that you wanted to slap because she was just so damn energized. She had gotten up that morning and gone for her typical morning jog, traveling her usual route and making it back to her house in time to take a shower before she had to go into the school for her theater early Saturday morning rehearsal. Her students hated when she did this, but that was Charlie the slave driver. This was what she did. They could hate it for her now, but one day they would thank her for it. And if they didn’t, oh well. She was soon ready and out her door, heading to the school where she was, of course, the first one there. She spent the time before everyone arrived setting things up and running through the things she wanted to accomplish in her mind. She wanted to work on the scenes that the kinds were having the most problems with. That was the whole point of this rehearsal. She wanted them to nail this. Charlie believed in perfection. She wanted this to be the best that it possibly could be, and she knew what her students were capable of. They were all capable of achieving greatness, and Charlie was bound and determined to bring that out in them. She was one to always put her all into everything she did, and she wasn’t going to let her students anything less. This production was going to be great if it killed her, and it was likely to do so.

Soon her kids were arriving and Charlie jumped right on top of things. She had them work most of the morning, and by noon she was actually satisfied with what they had achieved. Her kids were exhausted, but she was certain they felt proud of themselves and the good work they had done. It had been a good rehearsal, and Charlie actually allowed her kids to leave early to show how satisfied she was with them. Such a thing hardly ever happened. She stayed behind her kids and put things away and when she was done the theater was in the same condition as she had found it. She left the theater and headed back home, intending to spend the rest of the day relaxing, though chances were she’d most likely run through the rehearsal over and over again in her mind and come up with some way to improve it. Because that was Charlie, always finding some way to make something that was really good better. The minute she reached her house, though, she knew that something was up. Upon entering the house, she knew exactly what that something was. Lucas. Of course. Only he would come in and make himself at home in her house. She was seriously starting to regret ever giving him a key. Charlie walked into the living room where Lucas was lounged out on her couch. She placed her hands on her hips. “Lucas Samuels, what do you think you’re doing here?” She acted stern, but really she was so used to this by now that it honestly didn’t faze her. She walked over to the couch and shooed him to one end and sat down. “And why does my house smell like it’s been disinfected?” It smelled like someone had been cleaning or doing something, which made Charlie somewhat suspicious. This was Lucas, after all, and with him anything was possible.

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